Prince of Wales
SECOND VISIT: SUNDAY 12 OCTOBER 2014
Thanks to engineering works and rail replacement buses I had no choice but to arrive in Didcot an hour before I needed. Oh, well, nevermind, I could always have a pint in the Prince – it wouldn’t be super-exciting pint but a pint it would be. The cask beer choice was 6X or GKIPA or Everards Tiger. I ordered a pint of Tiger but by the time it was half poured I noticed that the fridge contained cans of Dead Pony Club and Hobo Lager and two or three canned products from Backyard Brewing, which I think is a Carlsberg offshoot. Damn!
The clientele of the pub eem to have split themselves into two camps. Nice family folk head to the left as the enter and the riffraff heads to the right. I sat in the middle. The Tiger was in good condition. I returned to the bar and ordered a plate of Macaroni Cheese and a can of Hobo Lager. The Macaroni Cheese was tasty but not exactly plentiful. The can of Hobo was stuck in my pocket to be consumed at a later date.
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FIRST VISIT: WEDNESDAY 12 MARCH 2014
FIRST VISIT: TUESDAY 8 APRIL 2014
The first time I tried to visit the Royal Blenheim (sometime back in 2013) it was closed for refurb. Today it was open. I’m not sure what the refurb entailed but the place felt soulless. It’s got that modern but pseudo-old thing going on. It’s a thing that I don’t think anywhere successfully pulls off. Perhaps I hold a different view if I visited on a Friday night but on a Tuesday during the day the place had nothing that made it worthy of a recommendation.
Most of the beers available were from White Horse brewery – it is their pub – but I decided to go for a guest offering – Yakima from Everards. Every beer geek hop freak knows that the Yakima Valley is the Promised Land so when we see a beer called Yakima we expect it too be a super-hoppy delight. Sadly, the Everards Yakima is not a super-hoppy delight. I think the nicest way to describe is to say it is dull but not disgusting.
When I was halfway through my pint the barman stepped outside. He returned a few seconds later and approached me and asked if I had a light. I told him I didn’t. He lingered for a second or two before moving on without saying a word. I’m not sure he believed me. I finished my pint and left. I doubt I will return.